झरोखा - A window to my soul

The good in me...

The good in me is a mirage
conjured by my own mind,
A curtain of illusion I keep hiding behind...
The facade keeps on going,
and the guilt keeps growing tenfold...
For whoever is at the end of my deceiving,
would be blinded by the gleam of fake gold...

This persona I've woven,
with threads of niceties
that now seem to scorch my skin...
The blisters left as the aftermath,
burning holes in all my moralities...

With a smile on my face,
and a grimace in my heart...
I keep nodding my head,
content at playing the part...

The fear of being exposed,
and the doom of being enclosed...
This ironic charade I'll keep bearing,
for what if the world engulfs my real self
it's head ugly and rearing.